This is Nanda Devi, one of the Himalayas more alluring peaks, not so much from it's elevation, but from it's religious significance. Sitting and watching it at sunset - it's easy to see why.

One of many high Himalayan meadows we walked through once we got above 8,000 feet. Most were scattered with wildflowers.

The waiting is the hardest part...

Making our way back down - it's a long way to the nearest villiage.

One of many high Himalayan meadows we walked through once we got above 8,000 feet. Most were scattered with wildflowers.

Scott (left) & Suresh (right) stopping to capture some of the mystery of the Himalayas on film. But no matter how many rolls of film we burned through, there's no way to completely replicate the feeling of discovery when catching site of each new peak, vista, or even something as simple as a local shepard and his high mountain camp.

It seems that several times a day we would find a Hindu temple somewhere on our route. They could be as eleborate as this one pictured on the left or as simple as several flat stones piled together for a makeshift shrine.

You couldn't possibly pass children on the trail without offering candy of some sort. Although they were extremely shy, they were also extremely curious about these strange light-skinned people who were walking with no particular destination in mind, and who huffed and puffed up the hills that they easily ran up, laughing and pointing back at us.

Several times a day we would stop, usually with some breathtaking vista spreading out before us. We took in the surrounding scenery with a huge appetite, knowing that we would never see this place again, and if we did, never with the same sense of discovery.

Two people who made this trek possible...Suresh (left) and Scott (right).